The Vision of a Line - Video

Rider → Harry Molloy
Location→ Llangynog, Wales UK

A weekly riding routine isn't the same without some burnt rubber on the tracks. The sun came out and it was time to get to the park. On the first descents, some extra energy fueled me up and my beloved, but down-home Ghetto Track wasn't enough for the day.


A burst of excitement is what I was craving for. Sometimes here in Wales, the landscape can be all too similar making it easy to lose the habit of looking for new and exciting descents. While packed on the back of the jeep on the uplift route, my eye fell for the first time on a detail in the distance. There was a line on the opposite hillside. Next to the old mine, a wider section hypnotized me to move away from the sleepy cable-way that was steep and straight, leading from the heart of the mine all the way down to the village.


I asked the driver how it was. He could only reply that no one had gone there for over forty years: after the mine had closed, everyone had lost interest in the place.


Everyone except me. That was the thrill I aimed for. The adrenaline from free-riding was pushing me; there was something magnetic waiting for me on the other side.


Back in the village, I took a few directions on the best way to get to the cable-way station - the summit of my imagination. Carrying the bike was the price to pay, sweating every step. But a growing buzz was pushing me further. Fatigue immediately faded when I reached the starting gate.


I was scared and fascinated at the same time.
The beauty of the descent and the fear of the unknown.
It was all there.
I couldn't wait longer.
It was time to drop in.


That's the magic of free-riding.
Sometimes ordinary turns into extraordinary.

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